p.s., thanks for the flowers

a bloom, a
long-stemmed
anomaly,
petals rigid and
raised,
slender stalk, its
fragrance-
fever under skin.

i wish there
would have been
candles, or
quiet, or
something to soft
the relics of
someone elses past.

but.

there was the
bitterroot flower,
so shyly waving
it's petals
into the night.

i think that's
candle enough.




i'm so glad i'm off for the next couple of days. i have every intention of dwelling in the great and letting go of the mundane. ah. i love fall. it's so beautiful here, in my life. ;)

k.




there was